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 Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 11:08pm On Sep 27, 2020 |
I continued the teasing and could feel his breaths coming in pants. After several seconds. He stopped his action on my nipples. I supposed he now wanted the hard core. He picked the shirt of his pajamas on the floor. He had come fully prepared. From one of the pockets, he brought a pack of condom out. Grinning, he removed the latex rubber and slid it on her organ. I could see the organ clearly now. He had one of the biggest organs I had ever seen. Soon, I would know if he had commensurate stamina or not. He placed me gently on the sofa and spread me legs. I could see now that he had no patience for mouth action. He was the straight-bang type. He mounted me and slowly inserted his phallus. I could feel the thing right inside me, the way you feel your stomach was filled with food. That was the same way my vulva and clit felt. He supported himself by placing his left elbow on the hand rest at the edge of the sofa, close to my head. Then he started the slow thrusting. I could feel the slapping of his bag of scrotums on the base of my vagina, while his laps moved over mine. I closed my eyes as most ladies would do. His sound were mixtures of grunts and moans. They were not for pain but out of ecstasy. There was nothing particularly exciting about the way he was doing it. I mean, he was not different from the other men. I made some sounds too to let him feel that I was greatly enjoying the act. Time moved fast, or rather, he came fast. Within three minutes, his grunts became louder and his breaths shorter. He let out a groan as he climaxed, twitching. I was rather disappointed that he did not last long, but it was okay. He had done what I thought was his best. He groaned again and fell on the side of the sofa beside me, panting like someone who had just competed in the Olympics 100 meters’ race. I was short of breath too, but not as much as he. Several seconds passed before the two of us would say a word. “How do you feel?” he croaked. I only nodded. He sat up and removed the semen-filled condom from his cock which was fast becoming limp. “Kween, you’re the best,” he whizzed. “Believe me, among all the ladies I’ve come across, you’re the best.” You can get the full download @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 |
| Celebrities › Re: A Bolt From The Blue (18+) by kweensheba: 2:45pm On Sep 27, 2020 |
Hmn.... |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 7:00pm On Sep 19, 2020 |
I was now left in the white bra and the thigh I wore. He quickly removed his pajamas. From the boxer, I could see his big erection. I knew nothing would stop him until he satisfied his desire. He resumed the kiss. His hands went to work again. Deftly, the right hand moved from my left shoulder to the boob on the side. His fingers caressed the cup of the bra. I could tell he was yearning to handle what was inside. I was right. His fingers slid under the cup to pull it off the boobs. “Wait.” I quickly unhooked the bra. He unstrapped and yanked it off. “Jeez!” he exclaimed as he stared at my firm boobs. “These are the finest pair I’ve ever seen.” His mouth came for the nipples. I moaned as he moved his tongue over them, from the left to the right; back and forth. My left hand went to the waist band of the boxer. The hand slid inside it while my fingers ruffled his small strands of pubic hairs. The hand went to his erect organ. I held it and used some fingers to tease the cap of the phallus. He let out a pleasurable moan. I continued the teasing and could feel his breaths coming in pants. After several seconds. He stopped his action on my nipples. I supposed he now wanted the hard core. He picked the shirt of his pajamas on the floor. He had come fully prepared. From one of the pockets, he brought a pack of condom out. Grinning, he removed the latex rubber and slid it on her organ. I could see the organ clearly now. He had one of the biggest organs I had ever seen. Soon, I would know if he had commensurate stamina or not. He placed me gently on the sofa and spread me legs. I could see now that he had no patience for mouth action. He was the straight-bang type. He mounted me and slowly inserted his phallus. I could feel the thing right inside me, the way you feel your stomach was filled with food. That was the same way my vulva and clit felt. He supported himself by placing his left elbow on the hand rest at the edge of the sofa, close to my head. Download full story @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 |
| Romance › Re: The Sugar Mum (a story of love) by kweensheba: 7:12am On Sep 14, 2020 |
Fascinating story. |
| Literature › Re: A Bolt From The Blue (18+) by kweensheba: 7:11am On Sep 14, 2020 |
Nice update. |
| Romance › Re: Thrills Of A Lagos Babe by kweensheba: 7:09am On Sep 14, 2020 |
Interesting story. |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 7:08am On Sep 14, 2020 |
The following day was Sunday. I decided I would take my bath, dress up and look for a church in the neighborhood where I could worship. I would eat when I came back from the church. I was dressing up in the bedroom when my bell sounded. I went to the living-room, door to see who was there. It was Richard. “Hello, Kween. You’re looking beautiful, just like the bright morning.” I smiled at his comment. “Good morning, Richard. How was your night?” “Fine. Sorry, I wasn’t able to come yesterday night to bid you good night. I returned quite late.” I nodded. I had expected him to pop in but didn’t see him till I went to bed. “Are you going out to attend a wedding?” he asked, grinning. “Wedding? Come on, today is Sunday!” “Well, the way you’re dressed, you look like someone going for a wedding.” I smiled. “What about you? Aren’t you going to church?” Briefly, he looked like I had asked him a very difficult question. Then, he shook his head. “Er, not today.” “Why don’t you come in?” I ushered him to my living-room. “A nice little place you have here, Kween,” he commented, looking around the room. “Thank you. What drink can I offer you?” He sat on my favorite sofa. I sat on a seat opposite him. “Drinks can come later. I have actually come to apologize,” he said. I looked at him in a surprise. “Apologize for what?” He grinned. “There was something I ought to tell you yesterday which I didn’t.” I was all curious. “What was that?” “I was supposed to tell you that you’re a very delectable lady. You’re the most beautiful lady I’ve ever set my eyes on.” I sighed in relief. “Oh, is that what you wanted to say?” “Yes, and don’t think I’m joking. I’m very serious. You’re the most attractive lady I’ve ever seen.” I giggled. “Come on, Richard. You’ve started your flattery again.” “I’m saying the truth,” he insisted. “I will be most honored if you give me the chance of proving the affection I have for you.” I screwed my brow up. “What affection?” “Since I saw you moving in your load yesterday, I could not resist the feeling I’ve been having for you. Kween, give me the chance of proving that I’m really in love with you.” What he said was what I expected; it was what I longed for, but I must not appear too zealous about it. “Well, how do I know you’re really serious?” I asked. “But, of course, I am.” He went down on his knees and crawled towards me. “Just give me the opportunity to prove it.” He held my knees. I could see pure desires written all over him. “Okay, Richard. I’ll give you the chance.” “Wow! That’s great.” He stood up, pulled me up and before you could say A, B, C, he planted a kiss on my lips. It was a long kiss that left me short of breath. “Oh, I’m going to treat you right, Kween baby,” he gushed. “I’m going to treat you right.” “Hmn,” I mumbled. He kissed me again. This time around, he made his hands to be at work. One held me at the back and pulled my body to him while the other gingerly rubbed my shoulder and moved to my chest. I suddenly remembered I was in church clothes and they would get crumpled if our action continued. I stiffened and stopped the kiss. “My clothes will be crumpled,” I said almost in a whisper. “Yes. There’s a simple solution.” I eyed him. “They have to be removed.” I knew he would say something like that, but I must still act as a lady. “But, I don’t want to be late to church.” He grinned. “You won’t be if everything is well-timed. Now, let’s waste no time further.” His hands went to my top and removed the jacket. It was followed by the shirt. He stared at my chest as his hands moved to the skirt. I had to unhook and zip it down. He quickly pulled it down completely while I stepped out of it. I was now left in the white bra and the thigh I wore. He quickly removed his pajamas. From the boxer, I could see his big erection. I knew nothing would stop him until he satisfied his desire. He resumed the kiss. His hands went to work again. Deftly, the right hand moved from my left shoulder to the boob on the side. His fingers caressed the cup of the bra. I could tell he was yearning to handle what was inside. I was right. His fingers slid under the cup to pull it off the boobs. https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 You can download full story |
| Literature › Re: Obsessed (18+) by kweensheba: 8:19am On Sep 13, 2020 |
Nice one. |
| Romance › Re: Obsessed by kweensheba: 8:18am On Sep 13, 2020 |
UltimateSpice:Nice one |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 8:17am On Sep 13, 2020 |
I thought of Richard doing all this cuddling. He was the one touching my clit and delightedly moving his hand over it. There was a mixture of sweet pleasure and empty desires at the same time. I could feel the dampness building from the walls of the vagina. There was also a kind of musky smell oozing from that region. In short, there was a puff of sex in the air. Intermittently, the image of Preye also came. He was the one who had practically explored my body. He was the one that had put his tongue on the clit and keenly licked them the way a child would lick the cone of ice cream. With my head thrown back and eyes closed, I continued to tease the clit. My feelings became incredibly intense. Now, I could feel burning sensation from the part that I was teasing. I decided to slow down again and returned my hands to my thighs. I needed to explore my luscious body. I knew I had a beautiful body, whether anybody acknowledged that or not. But the thighs and the cunt were not the only parts of my body. What about the other parts? My hands moved up to my chest. They went under the t-shirt to the boobs which were encased in the sexy, lacy bra. I moved the fingers inside the cups to seek the erect nipples. I let out a moan. Oh, what a pleasure. My fingers remained on the nipples, rubbing and tweaking them. As a matter of exigency, I let the right fingers to remain on the tits while the left ones went to my pussy. This action gave a welcome teasing to the expectant pussy. There was no relenting now. My fingers went to the clit. There was no doubt that the intense feeling was pleasant. I continued to slid and press the fingers along and over the wet slit, just as the other set of fingers busied themselves with the boobs. The action took a regular pattern. At that moment, my fingers were the busiest in the whole world while my body was the one enjoying the most intense pleasure. I continued the rhythmic movement until I felt so ecstatic I knew I was about to get to the zenith of my pleasure. Yes, it was coming now. The build-up was so high and it had neared wits highest point. I let out a moan. That was it. The climax had come and I felt satisfaction taking over. My breath became labor, but I knew it was all for the pleasure of it. * * * The following day was Sunday. I decided I would take my bath, dress up and look for a church in the neighborhood where I could worship. I would eat when I came back from the church. I was dressing up in the bedroom when my bell sounded. I went to the living-room, door to see who was there. It was Richard. “Hello, Kween. You’re looking beautiful, just like the bright morning.” I smiled at his comment. “Good morning, Richard. How was your night?” You can download full story @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 |
| Literature › Re: The Taboo (an exciting Romance Story) by kweensheba: 7:34pm On Sep 10, 2020 |
Interesting story. |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 7:33pm On Sep 10, 2020 |
I went to sit in the living-room and switched on the i-pad again to resume the movie I was watching. In the movie, a guy was serious kissing and caressing a babe. I felt hot watching that scene. In a lonely moment like this, I sometimes indulged myself in some pleasures. My right hand moved over my laps and moved up and down the part. The caressing of my laps brought more yearnings. My mind aroused all my senses and I could feel the glow of expectation taking over. I adjusted on my seat to bring the bum short down to my knees. Now, I needed to picture a good guy in my mind. Should I imagine Preye as I had done in the past, or should I fantasize about Richard? I decided to go for the latter, undressing him in my mind and imagining his hands moving all over my body. I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my clit. The feeling became charged. I could almost feel my pulse and the throbbing in my veins. But I did not fully want to concentrate on the clitoris yet. My hands and fingers returned to my thighs, rubbing all the way to the knees and down to the muscle of the legs. I could feel smooth softness. The fingers returned to the clit and I could feel sensation all over. On the vagina, my fingers lingered, fiddling and handling. I sat back on the sofa and allowed sensual pleasure to take control. I thought of Richard doing all this cuddling. He was the one touching my clit and delightedly moving his hand over it. There was a mixture of sweet pleasure and empty desires at the same time. I could feel the dampness building from the walls of the vagina. There was also a kind of musky smell oozing from that region. In short, there was a puff of sex in the air. You can download full story @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 7:28am On Sep 09, 2020 |
Several more minutes later, we left the eatery. “Let me drop you in the house before proceeding to the club,” he offered. He drove to the gate of the house. I thanked him as I got down. “See you,” he said and drove off. Wosh, what a man, I thought. If he would be ready to settle down with me, honestly, I would gladly welcome the gesture. I returned to my apartment and changed back to the t-shirt and bum short. The 32-inch television had been hung on the wall, but the cables of the decoder were yet to be connected. That meant I could not watch it for now. I went to my bedroom and lay down on the bed. To pass the time, I brought my i-pad out. I could watch one or two movies on it. Last weekend, Preye had been with me in my former apartment. He had said he would be travelling to Port Harcourt to be with his family for the weekend, so there was not going to be anything like him coming around. I watched the movie till I felt sleepy. I switched the gadget off to take a nap. I didn’t wake up until almost two hours later. I checked the time on my cell phone and realized it was few minutes past five o’clock. Gosh, evening was here already. For evening meal, I decided I would make toast bread and tea. I had a big loaf in the fridge, and I still had some eggs. I went to sit in the living-room and switched on the i-pad again to resume the movie I was watching. In the movie, a guy was serious kissing and caressing a babe. I felt Hot watching that scene. In a lonely moment like this, I sometimes indulged myself in some pleasures. You can get the full download @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 1 Like |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 8:04pm On Sep 07, 2020 |
I locked the flat up and went out to the street. Ilupeju was quite a new place to me, so I would need time to find my way around. Just about twenty meters away was Coker Road. I walked down the road. I was about to ask an approaching lady where there was good eatery when a coming car hooted its horn and parked by the road. Now, who could know me, an almost stranger, here? I walked towards the car and bent to look at the person behind the wheel. I was surprised to find that it was Richard. "Hey, beauty, where could you be going under this hot sun?" he asked. I grinned sheepishly. "I was actually trying to see where I can get a good place to eat." "Oh, why didnt you tell me the other time? Hop in, Ill take you to a nice place." I opened the front right door of the Mercedes C class car and sat in the seat. "There are many good places to eat around here, but Ill take you to Town Planning Way." I nodded while he drove on. Just two minutes drive took us to where he had in mind. He parked on the car lot and we got down from the car. We sat where we could directly watch the big screen television. "So, what will you like to take, Sade?" "Fried rice and chicken will be okay," I replied. He nodded as if that was the answer he expected. Fried rice and chicken was ordered for the two of us. The delicious meal was brought and we started to eat. "Tell me about yourself," he started the conversation. I grinned. "Where would I start?" "Anywhere. Im sure anything that comes from your mouth will be good to hear." I smiled. "You dont have to flatter me, Richard. Its no flatter. I only say things as they are. So, tell me about yourself." "Alright." So, briefly I told him about myself. He listened keenly as if he was listening to CNN news. Within a minute, my short biodata was over. "It's your turn. Tell me everything about yourself." "Everything?" "Well, every important thing." He launched into a long talk. He was born here in Lagos to the influential family of Professor Mick Adeyemi. At the age of nineteen, he was taken to U.S.A to continue his education. He spent twelve years there before he came back home to work for his fathers business. He studied Economics there and presently worked at his fathers micro finance bank. The house he occupied actually belonged to his father. The latter had vowed that he would not have a house that fully belonged to him until he settled down in marriage and behaved responsibly. Well, here he was, trying to get Miss Right. Here I was too, trying to get Mr. Right. "Interesting," I said. "Are you saying youre still single?" He looked surprised that I should ask that question. "Of course, I am. But I will like to end that status asap." Some seconds of silence passed. Had I finally got the right man I was waiting for? Would Richard be serious enough to cultivate serious relationship? "Tell me about your interests", he prompted again. I hemmed. "Well, I like good music and watch movies a lot. Romance movies, of course." He nodded. "I like to watch movies too. Then, he quickly added, action movies, of course." We laughed briefly at the joke. Some minutes later, we finished eating. For dessert, he ordered for a jar of vanilla ice cream. He said apart from watching movies, he also loved to watch football. He looked at his watch. "As soon as I leave here, Ill be going to my club at Palm Groove. I like to watch matches with guys." Several more minutes later, we left the eatery. "Let me drop you in the house before proceeding to the club," he offered. He drove to the gate of the house. I thanked him as I got down. "See you," he said and drove off. You can download full story at: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 |
| Celebrities › Re: House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 5:03am On Sep 07, 2020 |
I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now. It must be the effect of my affairs with Preye. He was a lanky guy who just resumed in the Lagos office of DeltaLand Petroleum and Gas Limited. His family – wife and a kid - was still in Port Harcourt, and he was yet to fully settle down and bring them to Lagos. He had taken an immediate liking for me and had started an affair. As a married man, I knew I had very little prospects of getting married to him, but I would not mind a fling. I was twenty-six, single, beautiful and desirous of good things of life. My pay with the oil and gas company was good and I was waiting for the very ‘right’ man to come. As I rubbed my hand on my body, especially the mid-section, my feeling started getting very strong. I scooped water falling from the shower head and thoroughly rinsed my pubic region with big splashes. After some minutes, I was satisfied with the bath. I stopped the shower, stepped out of the bath tub and wrapped myself in the bath towel to rub myself dry. I wore only the bra back. I would have to wear another pantie and, instead of the trousers, wear a bum short. I stepped inside the bedroom, briefly creamed my body and wore the clothes I desired to wear. It was Saturday afternoon. I was thinking of what I would have for breakfast when the door bell sounded. Curious as to who that could be, I went to the door. “Yes, who is it?” I said aloud. “It’s Richard, your neighbor,” a deep voice answered. I breathed in deeply and unlocked the door. A man of about thirty-five, tall, handsome and chocolate brown in color was there at the door with a grin. “Hello. Did I disturb anything?” he asked, still grinning. “Hi. Not really.” “I’m Richard,” he went on. “I’m the occupant of the opposite flat. You’re the new tenant and I came to say welcome.” He extended his hand for a handshake. I tried a smile. “Thanks so much. I am Sade, but you can call me Kween.” He nodded. “What a beautiful name; a beautiful name from a beautiful lady.” “Thank you.” The way his eyes stared all over my body left me in no doubt that he wanted something beyond mere friendship. He nodded again. “Alright. We’ll be seeing again, Kween.” “Okay, Richard.” He left. You just came in and you already have a man showing interest, I told myself. I was not surprised. With my looks, I was never short of such attraction. I decided that I would have to look for an eatery around and get a good meal. By evening, I could resume cooking. I returned to the bedroom to change to a jeans skirt. It was a casual outing, so I would not need much making up or dressing up. I locked the flat up and went out to the street. Ilupeju was quite a new place to me, so I would need time to find my way around. Just about twenty meters away was Coker Road. I walked down the road. I was about to ask an approaching lady where there was good eatery when a coming car hooted its horn and parked by the road. Now, who could know me, an almost stranger, here? I walked towards the car and bent to look at the person behind the wheel. Download full story at:. https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547
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| Literature › Re: Lovers On The Loose by kweensheba: 7:13pm On Sep 06, 2020 |
CasNova: |
| Celebrities › Re: Out Of The Blue (18+) by kweensheba: 7:12pm On Sep 06, 2020 |
Keep it coming. |
| Celebrities › House Of Scandals by kweensheba(op): 6:23pm On Sep 06, 2020*. Modified: 7:11pm On Jul 08, 2021 |
Dear lovers of the art, I have finally decided to publish my little story. It is a story that has a lot of adult contents. If you are the prudish type, please stay off. Constructive criticism is welcome. Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them. (This story contains sexual contents.) KWEEN I took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him. I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home. After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen. The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place. There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet. Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up. I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom. There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed. I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt. My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected. Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor. I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this. The cold water hit my body in a relieving way. Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck. As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy. I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again. The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts. I never used the bathing puff between my legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto my fingers I applied the cold slippery soap to my warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from my core until it reached my head, making it spin. My fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, looking lush; and somehow there was just more of it. I couldn't decide if the feel of my fingers on my womanhood, or the feel of my womanhood on my fingers was more intoxicating. I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now. Download full story at: https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/house_of_scandals/30547 House of Scandals. |
| Romance › Re: The Sugar Mum (a story of love) by kweensheba: 7:00pm On Aug 30, 2020 |
Hmn, interesting. |
| Romance › Re: The Sugar Mum (the Steamy Version) by kweensheba: 6:58pm On Aug 30, 2020 |
Nice one |
| Romance › Re: All That Glitters by kweensheba(op): 3:25pm On Aug 23, 2020*. Modified: 3:42am On Apr 01, 2023 |
. 1 Like |
| Literature › Re: All That Glitters (18+) by kweensheba(op): 3:23pm On Aug 23, 2020 |
He reached around and cupped my breasts. I moaned in pleasure. His hands kneaded my soft, firm flesh and he leaned down and kissed my neck and my shoulders. He took me by the hand and pulled me around to the side of the bed. He sat me down and spread my legs. I stared at his throbbing cock. He dropped to his knees between my legs. His hands came to rest on my thighs, just above my knees. His fingers slid slowly inside my cunt. I leaned forward to kiss his forehead. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and moaned. I was the one groaning and moaning. He did the finger act for some minutes and I must say he did it well. He stopped the act. It was the turn of his prick to complete the act. His thrusts were gentle and soft but he soon graduated to hard, deep ones. Despite the coolness of the room, he could see that he was sweating. It was an act that combined passion with vigor. After minutes, he climaxed and collapsed on the bed beside me. I stayed with him till Sunday afternoon. I left the car there, but I would soon be taking it. For now, I must learn how to drive and get driving license and other documents before I could take. My relationship with Timi had turned out to be very fruitful and productive, after all. * * * (THREE MONTHS LATER) It was early Monday morning, I had woken up early as usual and was preparing for work. I went to my car and started the engine. I must say that I had been deriving great joy since Timi gifted me that car. It had since then remained my most prized asset. I approached Ojuelegba and was about to join Ikorodu Road when my phone rang. I checked the caller and realized that it was an unknown number. I would have ignored it since I didn’t even like receiving calls anytime I was driving, but the persistence of its ringing made me change my mind. “Hello?” I said into the mouthpiece. “Oh, hello. You know who’s on the line, don’t you?” It was Timi’s voice. There was a way his voice sounded that immediately unnerved me. “Just listen. You don’t have to say anything; and please don’t argue. Don’t go to my house today. I repeat, don’t go to my house today and don’t step there until further notice. Don’t go there until I give you the express permission to do so.” “What!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was this really Timi? “What are you saying?” “You can’t reach me on any of my lines. Something has happened and I have to go underground. As a matter of fact, I’m the only one who can reach you. There’s one more thing: do not disclose to anyone that I called you. I’ll call later.” The line went dead. |
| Literature › Re: All That Glitters (18+) by kweensheba(op): 12:36pm On Aug 08, 2020 |
Now, his mouth moved down and his lips feasted on the nipples. They tingled and I felt sensation wave. His lips mowed on my mine while his tongue shot out again. The tongue rubbed over the nipples; it caressed it and licked it. I held his head and closed my eyes. Briefly, I compared the way Timi handled me with the way Habib did. It was like comparing a lake with a sea. While Timi was adroit in giving passion and pleasing a woman sexually, Habib was the opposite of that. Timi showed me not only nipple-sucking but nipping-licking and –pleasing. He stopped after he had satisfied himself. I felt it was my turn to give him some sensational prickling too. “Do you know about cock-sucking?” I asked. He grinned like a school boy and shook his head. “Okay, let me show you.” I sat up on the bed. “You will be the one to be on your back.” He complied without a word. I pulled his boxer down. His half erect penis was the object of focus. I spread his legs, knelt between them and held his cock. I spat on it and gently put it in my mouth. From the tip, I moved it down my throat, up and down. I tickled his scrotum and in no time, he attained full erection. He closed his eyes and made moaning sounds. “Oh my goodness, that is awesome, Lovette.” I suckled for more seconds before he stopped my act. It was obvious he did not want to cum yet. He changed position and lay me on my back again. He then put his mouth on my boobs again, sucking and biting close up to the puckering flesh. As he nibbled, sucked and fondled my breasts, I remained silent. “Do you like that?” he muttered. “Do you like me playing with your boobs?” Without waiting for an answer, he squeezed and kneaded the nipples. He caressed the breast in one hand while the other hand raised and gently stroked the raised bums. He slipped down and smoothly over the roundness of my hips. He placed both hands on my tingling bottom. I felt a shock and a tingle as his fingers went up inside my vagina. The spasm around his fingers caused me to shudder in excitement. His hand slipped in deeper with the movement he made. It appeared he was good with his fingers. He soon had me moaning as he fingered my folds and probed me further. I felt his naked hip against my belly. My lifted thigh was now pressed against his body as he seemed to embrace it. His fingers came out of me. His hand held his cock to guide it in. I aided him by putting my legs astride. I was already wide open, and at last he slid his cock fully up inside me. It slipped in easily. I let out a soft moan as he filled me. Then he moved slowly in and out, feeling the strength of the inner muscles as I shifted my balance. “Are you okay at this position, darling?” he asked in a gasp. “I’m okay,” I replied through clenched teeth. He reached up and adjusted the position slightly, hoping I would be more comfortable with it. “How about this?” I grinned. Here came Mr. Loverman that appeared to care so much. “Ah, I think it’s much better,’ Now, he could concentrate on the act he had long been waiting for. He bleeped in slow, deep strokes, holding onto my wide, cream-smooth bottom as it moved rhythmically under him. The passion was building rapidly inside me. I could feel the tickle at my cervix glowing more and more. I contracted the muscles around his penis, holding and griping it. I felt him riding higher into the sky of bliss. Undoubtedly, he was going to explode any second from now. He seemed to be holding back but I knew he could not do that for long. I contracted more and he exploded into me. He quickly withdrew as he spurted the semen on my belly and thighs. Panting, he lay on the bed beside me. He looked exhausted, so I allowed him to be for the night. We soon slept off in each other’s arms. About six in the morning of Saturday, I woke up and went to the toilet to ease me self. He was still sleeping when I returned to the bedroom. It was Saturday morning, so he had all the time to himself. I moved to the bed and climbed under the duvet. I sought his midsection with my fingers and pulled at his boxer. I slipped my fingers between the fabric and his body. My other hand stroked over the soft mound underneath his underwear. I could feel it quickly responding to my touch. I earnestly stroked some more, firm strokes to arouse and tease, while rubbing my naked body up against his side. My boobs were against his arm while his fingers unwittingly teasing close to my sensitive vulva. My fingers were already looped inside his waistband as I tugged at them, and he was roused to a state which was not total. Looking confused for a moment, his countenance soon changed to gladness when the import of what was happening hit him. He helped to remove his shorts. I kept one hand around the base of his hard cock as I shuffled down under the duvet. I pulled down my head as my mouth went to his waiting, pulsating cock. |
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